thinking about... going to a frat party w logan sargeant
note: i haven't written logan in soooo long but what noelle disneyprincemuke wants, noelle disneyprincemuke gets. fr tho, thank u @disneyprincemuke for inducting me into the f1blr community u are literally (!!) my day one ᥫ᭡
anyway,, this fic is like every frat stereotype that i know of rolled into one big blurb but logan’s so yummy it only makes him hotter...
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the house party is so loud, you think your eardrums might burst before the end of the night.
“hey, baby!”
logan’s arm appears around your shoulders, beer spilling over the rim of the red solo cup he’s holding. his head dips down to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek. he’s definitely drunk, and knowing him, has attempted at least one keg stand already.
“lo, how much have you had to drink?”
you can’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses he has on, but from the way his eyebrows shoot up, you know you’re not going to like the answer.
he fumbles through a weak excuse, fiddling with the closure of the cap he has placed backwards on his head, suddenly uncharacteristically reserved under your questioning. you decide to be nice to him.
“you gonna get me some?”
a grin breaks out across his face and he nods, guiding you to the kitchen, littered with pizza boxes and solo cups and bottles.
he knows your preferred mixed drink by now, having concocted it at many a frat party just like this one. he takes a sip of each alcohol before pouring into the cup he’s grabbed you, checking it’s not been spiked.
you raise your eyebrows at his antics as he presents it to you, a grandiose and extravagant gesture like only a very drunk person could do without getting shy. you take a sip and give him an ‘ok’ sign when it doesn’t taste overwhelmingly of misery and cat piss.
he punches the air with a quiet, “yes!”, proud of himself for getting your seal of approval.
you hear the bass line of a song you know from the dj deck set up in the living room and tug at logan’s arm excitedly.
“come on!”
he’s dragged behind as you barge through sweaty and gross college kids, your footsteps sticky on the hardwood flooring, no doubt covered in spilt beers and vodka. when you get to a spot in the crowd you’re happy with, you turn around to dance with logan; meaning you jumping up and down, trying your best not to spill your drink or bump into anyone else, while he frat flicks with a straight face, keeping an eye out for any creeps that might come too close to you.
“woah, buddy! keep it moving!”
that’s him spotting one. you turn to see him telling off a younger guy with no shirt and a pornstache. ew.
“that guy was being weird; you okay?”
you give him a thumbs up, and he nods, relieved. then you pull him down by the collar so he can hear you.
“i gotta pee!” you yell into his ear.
he takes you by the hand and moves the two of you out of the crowd and down a corridor, where he almost trips on a body, sprawled out in front of a supply closet.
“woah, babe, hold on.”
logan crouches down next to the guy who, in your opinion, looks close to death, his face pale and tongue lolling out of his mouth, gripping onto a solo cup like it’s his lifeline.
“yo pledge, grab a water.”
the guy that logan points to rushes away to the kitchen, eager to be useful.
logan moves so quickly, like he’s done this a hundred times before. to be fair, with the number of parties his fraternity throws a week, he probably has. you’re almost tricked into thinking he’s completely sober. he sniffs at the drunk guy’s cup and makes a face.
“yo, whatever the fuck is in here, you’re cut off. drink this instead. slowly, ‘kay? don’t chug it.”
he passes him the water bottle the pledge has just returned with.
“bro, i know it’s fun and stuff to get so fucked up like ahh, but this shit,” he gestures at the state he's in, “is fuckin' embarrassing. you see how many chicks are here? you really wanna look like this in front of them?”
the guy shakes his head sadly, and logan nods, satisfied he's made his point.
“yeah. yeah bro. okay, pledge,” he straightens up, ready for logan's instructions, “this guy’s your responsibility now, yeah? sit him down on the couch, don’t let him drink anymore and when he’s sobered up, kick him the fuck out. get to it. ‘kay babe, let’s go.”
he takes your hand and the two of you leave the poor pledge to help the guy to the living room.
there’s a collection of empty beer bottles in the bathtub of the bathroom you pee in. logan stands with his back against the door, keeping it shut, “the lock on this one doesn’t work,” he’d said.
he takes a sip from his cup and you cringe.
“lo, that’s gross! i’m literally peeing. you’ve got pee air in your drink.”
he shrugs and drinks more.
“nothing about you could scare me off, baby.”
you side-eye him as you flush and wash your hands, exaggerating it so he notices. he sticks his tongue out at you.
another hour passes in the blink of an eye. you’re still not drunk, just tipsy, but— “wait, can i?!”— you’ve just been told the best news of your life. your heart is racing. you’re so excited; maybe even more than you had been on your first date with logan.
he keeps you steady as you balance on the side of the makeshift stage they’ve got going on. the dj passes you the mic and you take a deep breath. this is the most important sentence you’re ever going to utter in your life. the dj pauses the music and the whole room falls silent, staring in your direction blankly.
“if you’re not a brother or getting with a brother, get the fuck out!”
logan claps a couple times for effect when you're done yelling, startling some of the closest people to you. his brothers start echoing your last line, waving everyone out.
“get the fuck outta here, guys!”
“go home!”
logan picks you up by the waist and helps you down to the floor. his arm settles back on your shoulders, a familiar weight to you by now.
“good job, babe, i think they got the message loud and clear.”
“so… am i getting with a brother tonight?”
he lowers the sunglasses for the first time all night to narrow his eyes at you.
“yes.”
the world turns upside down as he scoops you up over his shoulder, a hand pushing the end of your skirt down so you don’t flash anyone. you’re dizzier than you usually would be, from the alcohol mainly, and you shriek with laughter as he bounds up the stairs two at a time to hurry up and get you in his room.
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GUYSSSSS LOGAN IS TESTING FOR WEC WITH FORD !!!! ARE WE EXCITED OR ARE WE EXCITED ?!?! i genuinely am so excited for him & really hope this means we'll see him in WEC sometime soon !!
